Page 16 of Daddy's Naughty Dog Trainer

Smack!

The first spank lands with unerring precision, the sting radiating through the thin material of my silky cargo pants. I gasp, more from shock than pain.

"That's one," Sean says, his voice deep and controlled. "We'll do ten. Count them for me."

"One," I manage, my voice embarrassingly breathy. I worried about people seeing me lying here. I wondered what was going on inside of Sean’s mind. I knew he’d seen the text message thread. He’d seen my friends ask if he’d spanked me yet… is that where he got the idea from? Or is he really…

Smack! "Two," I gasp, that one hurt a bit.

Another two land, and my behind starts to burn a bit. It doesn’t hurt, not badly. More of a sting and then a burning sensation. My clit starts to throb.

"Three, four," I count, squirming against his lap, unsure if I'm trying to escape his falling hand or get closer.

By the time we reach ten, I'm breathing hard, my bottom stinging pleasantly, my body buzzing with a heady mixture of endorphins and arousal. When Sean helps me to my feet, I feel almost drunk, swaying slightly.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice gentler now, one hand steadying me at the waist.

I nod, unable to form words yet. My mind is spinning, trying to process what just happened. Sean Ferguson, uptight cybersecurity expert, just spanked me in a public park. And I loved every second of it. But did he?

"Look at me, Jessica," he says softly.

I raise my eyes to his, expecting to see triumph or smugness. Instead, I find concern, warmth, and something else… Something that looks remarkably like desire.

"Was that what you wanted?" he asks, his hand still at my waist, steadying me.

"Yes," I admit, my voice barely audible. "How did you know?"

A small smile touches his lips. "I pay attention. And despite what you might think, I'm quite good at reading people." His thumb traces a small circle at my waist. "Including dog trainers with pink hair who think I need to loosen up. And, I saw what your friends texted."

I laugh shakily. "Maybe I was right."

"Maybe you were." His smile fades, replaced by a more serious expression. "But this changes things between us. You understand that?"

I nod. "I know."

"Professional boundaries have been crossed. If you want to stop here, find Lucky a different trainer, I'll understand."

The thought of not seeing Sean again makes my chest tighten unexpectedly. "Is that what you want?"

His eyes search mine. "No," he says finally. "It's not."

Relief floods me. "Me neither."

For a moment, we just look at each other, then Lucky barks, reminding us we're not alone.

Sean steps back, putting a respectable distance between us. "We should head back."

I nod, trying to compose myself. My bottom still stings pleasantly, a persistent reminder of what just happened. "What now?"

"Now we continue Lucky's training," Sean says, his professional mask sliding back into place as he retrieves Lucky from the bench. "And perhaps..." His eyes meet mine, a hint of that commanding energy returning. "Perhaps we continue what we started here."

A thrill runs through me at his words. It’s a promise of more to come. "I'd like that."

Sean nods, the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Next session, be on time. No phone. And we'll see where things go from there."

"Yes, Sir," I say, the honorific slipping out naturally.

His eyes darken at the term, but he says nothing, simply gesturing for me to lead the way back to the main path.

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